Monday, July 30, 2012

Campin' Time!

My
feral children, the hubs and I are heading off to the deep woods of
Western New York for the week. We'll be tent campin', bikin', swimming
and being lazy!

I'll
be spending my lazing time writing and trying to get a couple of WIP's
finished. But, for your viewing pleasure, I'm leaving you with a couple
sexy pics, an excerpt or three, and a wish that your week is fast and
painless.

A
hand stroked up her calf and rested lightly on top of her mound, warm
and heavy. He stroked lightly down her other leg. He lifted his hand
from her and took his warmth with him. She couldn’t hear him and
strained to sense his location in the room. Fear, thick and sour, coated
her tongue. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her but her instincts were
screaming to lift the blindfold. She panted with the effort to lie
still.
“I want you to lie there and listen to me for a moment. You
and I are embarking on a journey tonight. We’re going to explore your
submissive nature and I’m going to prove that I can dominate you. You
will address me as Sir, and you will do what I say. You will not be
allowed to make any decisions other than to submit to me. Do you
understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Heather’s belly quivered and her answer shook. His voice was hard, his tone was commanding and she was wet.
“Good
girl. Now I’m going to take away your sense of hearing. Don’t forget
the children are sleeping, so you are to stay as quiet as you can. Oh,
and you are not allowed to move,” he said in a whisper right next to her
ear. She felt his breath, soft and warm, tickle across her shoulder.
Goose bumps rose along her arms. Headphones slid over her ears and the
soft swish of ocean waves drowned out all other sounds. Alarm trickled
through her thoughts, making her wet and heated at her core.

Nick cleared his throat and waited. He
watched a beautiful shade of pink creep across her cheeks. He silently sighed.
They were back to being strangers again, even after sharing amazing releases
not six hours before. He couldn’t go back to pretending they weren’t meant for
each other. He refused to ignore the need he felt coursing through his body at
the moment. Even watching her wipe coffee from her hands was making him hot. He
wanted her naked under him, thrusting into her body until she refused to ignore
her need for him. The taste of her had done nothing but whet his appetite for
more. He needed to feel her coming around his cock, squeezing him while gasping
his name. He wanted to feel her teeth bite into him as he came. He wanted her
to mark him, claim him, own him.

“Willie. I’m not going anywhere, so you
might as well look at me.”

“No,” she whispered. “I can’t do this,
Nick, I just can’t. You mess with my head too much for me to try and deal with
this today.”

He strode through the kitchen and crowded
her against the cupboards. With a single finger, he nudged her head up, forcing
her to look at him. Fear and confusion clouded her chocolate eyes. “There isn’t
anything to deal with, love. I’m not going to pressure you into anything, and
you’re definitely not going to come after me, so we’re fine.”

He watched something close to disappointment move through her eyes
before she clamped down her features and the smooth mask of disinterest
descended. He sighed at the loss of openness. Perhaps when all this was over
she would be willing to open up to him, to share herself with him instead of
hiding.